#FF — Matchmaker

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Matchmaker Tindr ways grow dull. Merry hires a matchmaker. Lucretia and she spend an afternoon walking and talking. It feels more like new friendship than an assessment. Merry walks away with the bounce of hope in her step. Barry checks every box. Looks, brains, listens, humorous, steady income, social standing;…

#FF — The Gift

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox (aka me) The Gift “She’s got the gift,” is the first thing I remember Granny saying. Granny would know, as she has been our village healer since that big old willow where the road to our place starts was a sapling. Others can feel vibes or read body language; I…

#FF — The Grass is Greener Part II

PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks The Grass is Greener Part 2 She pumps one bullet into his twitching body for every bird that has opened her legs to him, reloading after each series of empty clicks. In her mind. She napkin-dabs her lips and pushes away from the table. She knows he thinks she’s heading…

dVerse — Prosery — Polar Dark

And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. From, “Take This Waltz” by Leonard Cohen Polar Dark When summers brushed our skin and winters pulled us close, sun and snow shone sparkly and clean, servants of love’s season. When autumn stayed, dysfunctional limbo, a gloom of weighing and…

#FF — The Grass is Greener (trigger warning)

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast The Grass is Greener “Um?” He startles. His head swivels forward to meet her stare across the restaurant table. Her face openly reveals a potent brew of surprise, amusement, disappointment, and anger. His face adopts the long-practiced mask of sheepishness, devilishness, and charisma that she fell in love with long…

#FF — Granny’s Pride

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Granny’s Pride I choose notecard and stamp carefully. Both images express what I’m finding difficult to say in words. The stamp’s image is a black bird perched in a red, white, and blue apple tree. The notecard depicts an Olympic swimmer with fingertips touching the victory edge of the pool…